Shooting Stars/get Caught

The hungry look on your face
The lost punks in the disco bar

Loading his gun
Loading his gun

Shooting out the stars
Shooting out the stars

The days run away like wild horses over the hills
I say the days run away like wild horses over the hills

Shooting out the stars
Shooting out the stars

Shooting out the stars
Shooting out the stars

Like a busted book with a broken spine
Like a broken man with lots of time

How does it feel to be a bitched slap friend
You lock your door, I'll kick it in.

Like a whore in a bar, a boy in a park
Everybody needs their place

I'm just and empty account, I'm in the red
Like a bouncing check with lots to give

Like a man in the city who needs to breath some air
The tight rope walker, the negotiator everything things in check

Like a drunk who needs his wallet, just to remember his name
Like the mad old lady in the corner house who screams all night and day

If I get caught, will you do the same
If I get
If I get
If I get

Like a busted book with a broken spine
Like a broken man with lots of time

How does it feel to be a bitched slap friend
You lock your door, I'll kick it in

Like a whore in a bar, a boy in a park
Everybody needs their place

I'm just and empty account, I'm in the red
Like a bouncing check with lots to give

If I get caught, will you do the same
If I get
If I get
If I get